It’s here! The Labor Day weekend. It makes me miss my family and friends. It makes me think about the absurdities I have encountered here; the normal every day life events that keep me thinking No, this can’t be happening; none of it’s real!
I went to an AA meeting this evening. No, that’s not true! I was a bystander at an AA meeting tonight. No, that not true either!
Okay, here’s exactly what happened: I got off from work at 8PM, came home to my little tin can cottage, poured a glass of red wine, and walked over to the beach. My intention was to sit quietly; listening to the ocean waves roll in and the ocean waves roll out. Wind down the day while sipping my wine; peaceful, content.
When I got there a huge bonfire was glowing against the night sky with a circle of people around it. There was a man standing, facing the people and talking. I walked over to my favorite spot along the guard rail by the road, set down my wine, looked out at the darkening sky, heard the waves crashing to shore, receding and crashing again. Ebb and flow, ebb and flow.
My evenings walk and wine interrupted by this talking man, I decided to give a listen and realized after a few minutes that he was telling his life story about his personal bout with alcoholism. Oh my, I’m listening in on an AA meeting.
As I leaned against the guardrail sipping my Pinot Noir, I wondered if anyone else had ever accidentally attended an AA meeting with alcohol. Whatever! That’s what happens when you have your meetings at a public beach.
After a while I finished my wine, wholeheartedly thanking the universe that I am able to come and go at will through the land of fine wine and spirits. I also said a prayer for these special people who band together to relish and celebrate sobriety.
Of all the people here in the park for the “last hurrah” holiday, about 200 of them are part of an AA Retreat Group. Lately it’s like being in a concentration camp for anonymous alcoholics.
Untethering oneself from an addiction doesn’t mean one drops the attending personality quirks of being needy and demanding.
One very tedious man walked around the store for 30 minutes yesterday stuffing his face with pringles while shouting out a litany of product names to us at our cash registers while we were attending to other customers! How much are these corn nuts? How about these Oreo cakesters?
Of course with chip bits blocking his words, they came out… Ha muff fer da cor nuds?
And… funny thing here: Did you know you can be a recovering alcoholic and take up smoking pot?
In AA-speak, it is called an “exit drug.” It’s use can be safely maintained. Unlike alcohol. At least that’s what their studies show.
Just goes to prove the old saying: You can make up an excuse or “reason” for just about anything.
Happy and safe holiday, everyone!